Johnny and Sissy looked at each other silently. Their hands met on the game controller, and their eyes locked. Within they saw what they both hid behind a facade of rivalry. Their hands slowly let go of the controller as they drew closer, grasping each other more tightly. They turned away from the TV, not caring about the video game, kneeling only feet from each other, their hands clasped tightly together between them.
Both closed their eyes and leaned inward, both equally inexperienced but also equally determined. Their lips met, and suddenly a fire lit underneath them. Their hands unclenched and wrapped around the other, Sissy falling back to the floor with Johnny on top of her, their tongues writhing together in their mouths much as their owners were on the carpet.
Johnny ran a hand through Sissy’s blond hair as her legs wrapped around his torso. With all the strength he could muster, he picked her up and then dropped her her on his bed, again falling on top of her. They continued to writhe about, rolling on the large bed, sometimes Sissy was on top, sometimes Johnny was, and sometimes they both lay on their sides. Continue reading